Bicker
It's been a while since I've written one of these drabbles! I don't want to do them too often, otherwise I will start to write the same thing over and over again...but at the same time, I forget what I've already written XD
In a crescendo of movement, shrieks, and a deafening roar, Megatron raises his silver claws high, poised and ready to stike, light bouncing off the knife edges threateningly.
But the blow never comes, and Starscream, slowly, curious despite himself, moves his olive arms away from his face where they were held up protectively. Cautiously, his optics swivel towards his new lover's faceplates, wary that even a glance would bring down the swiping claw. It takes the new, young Air Commander a minute to understand what he is looking at.
The Lord Protector's faceplates twitch, shark like teeth grinding against each other violently. The claw is still raised, but trembling now - unsure, baffled by his own actions and insticts to reach out and slash and hit and maim and...and...
In one swift movement Starscream finds himself swept into his older lover's arms, his own plates crushing uncomfortably against the scratched and worn silver ones. Confused, but strangely pleased, the flier embraces Megatron, moving ever so slightly to get a better look at that enraged, metallic face.
"Stop fighting me," Megatron hisses down at him, eyes still burning with anger. It is only then that Starscream notices Megatron is shaking with effort not to crush and throttle the Air Commander. The flier considers this a moment, optics full of crimson wonder and oddly adoring.
"Stop starting it, then," Starscream replies childishily and suddenly, with a smug grin plastered over his beige plates - but before the bickering can start again, before Megatron can scream in frustration, before Megatron can grab for Starscream's sensitive neck, Starscream is kissing the larger Decepticon hungrily, turning anger into passion, forming love out of hatred.